#poem, «Thoughts in a Windmill»

In my clenched fist I hid the crumbles of my knowledge,
as I begged for prudence, mercy and peace.
Then I saw that more knowledge I had gained.
Knowledge to compete with that of the brilliant and powerful,
though I had nothing of their richness.
But gold compared to knowledge
is little more than a handful of sand,
and though gold glimmers it lacks light
which it can only reflect.
The light of knowledge is eternal.
Thus it is quite everything
I’ve gained…

Carrying a double edged sword I searched for words…
Sword to penetrate the darkness of the soul…
Damask steel to shatter bones and marrows…
Permanent incision in the heart…
Bodies are transparent…
Nakedness bewilders thoughtful minds
and perturbs gentle, kind intentions…
We are seen as we cannot see…
We are known beyond all our knowledge…

How can I become immortal?
How can I transcend millennia?
Is my knowledge to be buried with my bones?
Is the wisdom I’ve been given one day
blow as does the dust of city streets?

How difficult is life when filled with questions,
questions that will never be replied.
Life is just a thought without intention,
and intentions come from deep within the soul.
And knowledge opens wide the path eternal,
but knowledge is a gift
not given all…

(Poem inspired by the Book of Wisdom, Psalm 89, Hebrews 4, and S. Mark 10)

C. 2024 – R.F. BRAVO – 13 OCT 2024 – VALENCIA, ESPAÑA